Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Fuck.
It was so sexy, I had to sip air in slowly through clenched teeth.
As Eli began to fuck her, a fresh wave of steam filled my body. Once again, I was up close and personal with this private sex show, and there were so many exciting things to look at, I wasn’t sure where to start.
His tempo ramped up quickly, and each slap of their bodies together sent waves rippling across her ass cheeks. I liked how his tattoo looked, the dark ink seeming to move as the muscles beneath it flexed.
I sighed with satisfaction and squirmed in Noah’s lap when his fingers speared back into me. It felt so impossibly good, like he knew exactly how and where to touch me. I couldn’t help the way my hips shifted, trying to get him to fuck me faster, and this subtle movement was all it took for the cup of my bra, the one that had barely stayed up, to fall.
Heat flared in his eyes as he stared down at my exposed breast, and—holy shit. He fucking licked his lips.
The idea he wanted his mouth on me, and wanted it badly, was so hot.
But he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed my bra had fallen. Shannon was no longer looking at her husband. She was flat on the table, her face turned to me and her cheek flattened to the tabletop while enduring Eli’s punishing rhythm.
“Can I,” she breathed, “touch you?”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and nodded.
Her hand on my breast didn’t physically feel any different from when Noah touched me, but my brain didn’t accept it.
New, it told me. Different.
And that was exciting.
As her fingertips trailed across my sensitive skin, everyone else seemed riveted, fixated on her delicate touch. Even Noah, because the pace of his fingers slowed, no longer driving into me. When she oh-so-gently pinched my nipple, I let out a sigh of enjoyment, and it broke the spell over the men.
Patrick rose out of his seat, leaned over, and unclasped his wife’s bra. The fabric and elastic sprang free, and it meant she momentarily had to stop what she was doing. She lifted off the table, leaving the bra behind, and her husband cleared it out of the way.
The sight of her topless was just as stunning as it’d been last time. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and I was sort of envious of her husband as his hands wandered across them. But then he took his seat and resumed jerking himself off, satisfied just to watch.
A deep moan came from her as Eli shifted his feet and adjusted the angle of his thrusts. He wasn’t quiet either. His little groans and labored breaths were seriously sexy.
Shannon’s touch returned to my chest, and this time it was less tentative. Her fingers bit a little harder on my nipple, and a moan escaped my lips, sandwiched between two ragged breaths.
And Noah’s fingers. Fuck me, they were skilled, hitting just the right spot, and sent electricity zipping all along my spine.
“Do you want her to suck on your tits?”
The question had come from him, but it had sounded like it was inside my head, and the moment the idea was planted, there was no other answer. “Yes.”
“Ask her.”
Oh, God. His command was so fucking sexy, I could hardly stand it. I stared into Shannon’s eyes. We both knew what I was about to say, but she looked at me with desperation. Like if I didn’t ask her right this moment, she was going to die.
“Will you,” I panted, “suck on my tits?”
I only got a glimpse of her smile before her head dipped down and her mouth made contact. Her soft, damp lips drew a path across my breast, and when she reached my nipple, her tongue flicked the bud of flesh.
My vision blurred, not from the sensation, but from the heat of it all.
Noah had one hand between my legs and the other on my back supporting me, and when I arched into her needy mouth, he moved with me. He leaned me back, giving her more access and room to maneuver.
She needed it too.
Eli’s tempo had accelerated to a furious pace. Was it uncomfortable for her, getting pounded into the table like that? Maybe, but she didn’t seem to mind, and fucking hell—it was erotic.
I couldn’t help but imagine what it must look like for Patrick.
Did he notice the bead of sweat as it rolled down Eli’s washboard abs? Or was he focused on Eli’s hands that clenched his wife’s waist while she was getting railed?
Did his gaze include me, and how I was practically draped over Noah, naked except for a pulled-down bra, with his wife’s mouth latched onto my breast?
Tension coiled inside me, building toward a big finish. I’d wanted to give Noah a handjob, but it was impossible now with everything happening both physically and mentally. There wasn’t any space to work with, since his arm would be in my way, and I’d come faster if I wasn’t distracted.